MIRROR OF TRUTH
Author: Haiistory
last update2025-03-08 00:13:29

“Are you really sure about that?” the replica smiled sarcastically. “Or is that just what you want to believe?”

Zhao Lingyun stared at his reflection intently. There was something that bothered him about the way the replica spoke-as if it knew something that Zhao Lingyun himself wasn't aware of.

“I know myself,” Zhao Lingyun replied firmly, though there was a faint hesitation in his voice.

“Really?” The replica stepped closer, each step making the room vibrate subtly. “Let's see how well you know yourself.”

The replicant raised his hand, and one of the glass walls turned into a clear screen that displayed a series of images:

Little Zhao Lingyun, standing at the door of his father's study, eavesdropping on a conversation about the Zero Point.

Teenage Zhao Lingyun, secretly studying the forbidden scrolls on darkness cultivation in the clan library.

Zhao Lingyun now, watching Lin Fengtian from a distance, with a gaze that was mixed between affection and... something darker.

“Stop it!” Zh
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